I wish I could give him the world.
I can't.
He doesn't understand that my love for him does not automatically validate me stretching that far beyond my means.
I have finally found my limits, and there is no compromise on the matter. I offered a considerable token instead, and he pretty much threw it back in my face, although I'm sure he didn't mean it to sound as harsh as it did.
Still, I am going to phone him later to find out whether we can stretch or if we break.
I am hoping that my butterflies turn into strength. And sense. And wit.
